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　　Midnight, a nightclub in Bangkok's Chinatown.

　　 "One step wrong, the whole life is wrong, go to the sea and dance to live..."

　　 A melodious song with a typical Hong Kong and Taiwan style in the 1980s and 1990s, slowly sounded in this rather retro nightclub.

On the stage, an old man in his 50s and 60s, wearing a white shirt and gray trousers, danced briskly while holding a microphone. He seemed to be at ease and he didn't seem to see dozens of tall horses around him. Strong man.

　　 At this time, a few burly men in black came in with a small middle-aged man.

　　 After seeing the old man on the stage, the middle-aged man immediately shouted respectfully: "Mr. Yan."

　　 The old man called Mr. Yan seemed to be immersed in the beautiful singing, his eyes closed tightly, as if he hadn't heard the middle-aged man at all.

　　 The middle-aged man saw Mr. Yan not answering, and immediately said: "Mr. Yan, we have found the person who stole your gold."

　　 Mr. Yan opened his eyes, put the microphone to his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Then your police are not going to catch?"

"This……"

　　 The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds, and said nonchalantly: "Sorry, Mr. Yan, the suspect we identified was killed."

　　 "Are you killed?" Mr. Yan sneered and waved to the person standing by the song station to turn off the music.

　　 The man immediately understood, and after pressing pause, the nightclub was suddenly quiet.

　　 step, step, step...

　　 A quiet but heavy footstep sounded slowly.

　　 With every footstep, the middle-aged man made a point of his head. When Mr. Yan walked to his side, his head was almost buried in his chest.

　　 Mr. Yan said coldly: "Officer Capa, you are here to tell me that the suspect has been killed and my gold can't be found?"

"No!" Capa desperately shook his head, and said quickly: "Mr. Yan, you can rest assured that we will find your gold for you. In addition to the suspect's body, there is also a suspected murder weapon at the scene of the crime. After the fingerprint comparison, it has been determined that it is not the fingerprint of the suspect."

　　 "Whose fingerprint is it?"

　　 "It's still unclear. The people in the evidence department are still doing fingerprint comparisons. Before I came, I asked them to complete it as quickly as possible."

Jingle Bell……

The phone rang. It was Capa. He hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket. When he was about to hang up, he found that it was his subordinate. After a few seconds, he looked at Mr. Yan and said, "Mr. Yan, yes. The call from our bureau may be that the evidence department has done a fingerprint comparison. Can I pick it up?"

　　 Mr. Yan glanced at him, then turned to look away.

　　 If there is no objection, that means agree? Kappa hesitated for a few seconds, and finally pressed the answer button, and turned on the hands-free by the way, "Hey, Songka, is there a result of the fingerprint comparison?"

　　 "That's right, sir." The person on the other end of the phone yelled: "The result of the fingerprint comparison has come out. We searched using the file system in the bureau and confirmed the identity of the fingerprint on the Jiang Mo pestle."

　　 "Then you can tell who it is!" Capa roared.

　　 "It's Kuntai's Ma Tsai, a guy named Tang Ren in Chinatown."

　　 "Okay, I know, I'll go back soon."

　　Getting what he wanted, Capa immediately hung up the phone and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan, the fingerprint comparison result came out, yes..."

　　 "I heard it." Mr. Yan waved his hand to stop the other person, frowned and asked: "Kun Tai? I remember it was a superintendent in your police station?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Yan, don't worry, if Kuntai had planned on it, I would not let him go."

　　 After finishing speaking, Capa paused, and asked in fear: "Mr. Yan, do you think we are going to catch the guy named Tang Ren, or..."

"It's your police's business to solve the case. I only get my gold back. As for who the suspect is, I don't care at all." Mr. Yan glanced at Capa and said lightly: "Okay, Officer Capa, it's late. , Our nightclub is going to close, if you want to come to play, you should hurry up tomorrow."

　　 "Yes, Mr. Yan, I'll go back first. I won't disturb you."

　　 Kappa stepped back a little bit, and when he walked out about one meter, he turned and left in a hurry.

　　 After the person left, one of his subordinates leaned forward and said, "Boss, I saw that guy Tang Ren in Chinatown before. Do you want me to take someone over and arrest him for interrogation?"

"no need."

　　 Mr. Yan shook his head: "The police are in charge of solving the case. I only want my gold. You want to solve the case so much. Are you a policeman?"

　　 In the last sentence, he increased his voice.

　　 This made the subordinate suddenly panic, and he immediately bent down and said: "I am the one who talks too much."

　　 "Okay, get up." Mr. Yan didn't even look at the person, and waved directly at the people in the hall: "Go back, it's late."

　　 "Yes, Mr. Yan."

　　 Dozens of brawny men stood up and shouted, and quickly walked out.

After only Mr. Yan was left in the nightclub, he turned to look at the ballroom of Nuo Da, and said in a low voice: "Let people stare at the guy named Tang Ren, whether he is the one who stole my gold or not. , Must not let him leave Bangkok!"

　　 Mr. Yan seemed to be talking to himself, no one responded and no one answered, but after he finished speaking, he left the nightclub satisfied.

　　……

　　 The next morning ~www.wuxiahere.com~Axiang Xiaolou.

　　 On the balcony outside the men’s bathroom, Gu Ren brushed his teeth while looking at the bustling downtown area downstairs. Like yesterday, the bustling downtown area downstairs remained the same, but his mind was not here at the moment.

　　 One, two, three, four, five... eight people!

　　 Are the police preparing to arrest Tang Ren? But these people don't seem to look alike.

　　 Gu Ren rinsed his mouth, spit out the foam in his mouth, turned around and walked back to the men’s bathroom. After leaving the sight of the downstairs, his complexion gradually became serious.

Five or six minutes ago, when he got up and went out to wash in the bathroom, he inadvertently scanned the downtown area downstairs and noticed that a tall and strong man was eating in a breakfast shop, looking at himself through the wide glass window. A small building.

At first Gu Ren didn't care much, only thinking that the other party had swept it inadvertently, but when his keen eyes saw a man smoking a cigarette beside the fruit stand on the street corner, his eyes were also staring at his own small building, Gu Ren suddenly became suspicious and walked into the men's bathroom vigilantly.

　　 When he came out again, he pretended to be someone brushing his teeth on the balcony.

　　 Through keen and quick observation, Gu Ren quickly locked on eight people. Their eyes looked at him a dozen times in one minute. The most important eight people were all tall and strong men.

　　 At the time, Gu Ren thought that the local police had found Tang Ren's fingerprints for the first time, and he was about to arrest this guy, but his keen vision soon discovered that these people had tattoos on their arms, necks and other exposed parts.

　　 Although I don’t know if police officers are allowed to have tattoos here in Thailand, it can’t be so coincidental. The eight people sent to monitor have them all?

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